One must be sensitive to
sorrow as well as to joy and not trying to escape the one and seeking the
other. Life is both death and love.
To love is to be vulnerable
and sensitive, in the mingling routine issues breeding insensitivities and that
become the challenges of love.
Love is not just pleasure
or a thing of memory; it is a state of intense vulnerability and beauty, which
is denied when the mind builds walls of the self around it.
Love is life, and so it is
also death. To deny death and cling to life is to deny love to its true
intensity and to understand the love beyond.
Every beauty comes with a
degree of austerity and the simplicity of a mind that is free of all conflict
and speaks for its self in that austerity.
The love motive of search
is of greater significance than love itself, for the motive pervades guides and
shapes the search.
The motive of ones love
search is the desire to experience the unknowable to know the bliss and the
immensity of it.
When sensation is the
craving for more and wider experiences, that are so easy available in this convenient
world, we are keeping and feeding the wrong intentions with its tangible ripple
effects.
All true experiences have
lost their taste and created a void in which one seeks the pursuit of power;
position, prestige and worship of all states assuming, are all lost in it and
never find the immaculate sensation of true love.
That void is the living
death.
Mental schemes are always
concerned with immediate results that have no long-range view of things.
Love is composed in the language of the soul,
giving purpose for what one is and what one becomes in that beauty of
austerity.
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